How did the author’s parents differ from the Whites()
A. The author’s parents were less caring.
B. The author’s parents were less loving.
C. The author’s parents were less friendly.
D. The author’s parents were less understanding.
B.
I was a freshman in college when I met the Whites. They were completely different from my own family, yet I felt at home with them immediately. Jane White and I became friends at school, and her family welcomed me like a long-lost cousin.
C.
In my family, it was always important to place blame when anything bad happened.
D.
"Who did this" my mother would scream about a dirty kitchen.
E.
"This is all your fault, Katharine," my father would insist when the cat got out or the dishwasher broke.
F.
From the time we were little, my sister, brothers and I told on each other. We set a place for blame at the dinner table.
G.
But the Whites didn’t worry about who had done what. They picked up the pieces and moved on with their lives. The beauty of this was driven home to me the summer Jane died.
H.
In July, the White sisters and I decided to take a car trip from their home in Florida to New York.
I.
The two older sisters, Sarah and Jane, were college students, and the youngest, Amy, had recently turned six. Proud of having a new driver’s license (驾照), Amy was excited about practicing her driving on the trip. She showed off her license to everyone she met.
J.
The big sisters shared the driving of Sarah’s new car during the first part of the trip, but when they reached less crowded areas, they let Amy take over. Somewhere in South Carolina, we pulled off the highway to eat. After lunch, Amy got behind the wheel. She came to a crossroads with a stop sign. Whether she was nervous or just didn’t see the sign no one would ever know, but Amy continued into the crossroads without stopping. The driver of a large truck, unable to stop in time, ran into our car.